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Yes, I say that often as I share similar desires as Ultimecia (Just not the planet destroying kind... well sometimes...). If I could compress time I could fix a lot of things. So I mean to compress time to change the past and alter the poem to yours.

I don't know if I should spoil the meaning~ I like having people interpret it, in a way they are inspiring more writing. Your hospital interpretation is absolutely beautiful.

The true meaning still hasn't been found, but I shall give you each a hint. The poem was written as a tribute to someone who has always kept me strong. That person is no longer with us though peace be upon his soul~

Spoiler for Monk and Poet: What do I look like?:

One day the monk and the poet decided that they should spend their afternoon in meditation. Each felt that they needed time to sort out their thoughts and seek their “inner selves.” The monk sat quietly closing his eyes slowly and settling his breath. He arched his back and sat himself up straight with his chin parallel to the horizon. While the poet sat careful to cross his legs properly and set himself in a more peaceful solemn state with his head bowed. The two stayed like this for some time, but as the afternoon heat began to fade into evening the poet raised his head and opened his eyes.

“What do I look like?” he said eagerly closing his eyes so that his friend may have a look at him. The monk slowly opened his eyes and smiled.

“ I see a Buddha” his words were soft and with that he closed his eyes and continued to meditate. In time though, his own curiosity got the best of him. The monk asked quietly “what do I look like?”

The poet without opening his eyes grew a mighty grin upon his face. He said sharply “Crap” and proceeded to feel triumphant over the Monk. For the poet was seen as a Buddha and the monk, crap.

Their meditation would end, and each bid each other farewell for the day as they should return home for dinner. On the way home the poet grinned devilishly and entered his house with the feelings of victory. He turned to his sister who was preparing their meal. He quickly crossed the room and sat at a chair close to where she was chopping vegetables. She raised her head slightly then continued chopping.

“You seem happy,” she said nearly laughing at the poet’s expression. The poet sat on the chair backwards so that he may face her, with a grin he explained that he had told the monk that he was crap when he had called him a Buddha. His sister paused and lowered her knife. She turned to her brother and shook her head. “Then you should not be happy.” The poet looked to her confused “In meditation we are looking deeply within our nature to find our true essence. It is from that essence that we can perceive the whole world. So to someone meditating and feeling the essence of the Buddha, all things would seem like a Buddha. However, you were seeing things with the essence of crap and therefore your true essence is crap.” The poet blinked and without a word he simply lowered his head in confusion as to how his victory got turned around…

Location: In a room as blue as the sky, as cool as the autumn wind and as quiet as the desert

another one I just though up...

Spoiler for maybe?:

There are 2 close friends, who have always relied on one another, and have always helped one another. One of them has a weak heart.
The doctor told them that the one with weak heart has no long left in the world, unless he/she is given a heart transplant.
Hence the other one is given an option : to keep the bottle of his life, or to release it (to keep his heart, or to donor his heart)
While he is hesitating, his friend's tear made him decide to release the flask.
This way his friend's life, once darkness, can now see a gleam of light.
although, with his life as the price, his friend shed tears for him in the end.

Sorry about the bad english, really sleepy right now... Can't think...
I think I had another one thought up...

and nice Monk and Poet story, the story had always taught me lessons XD

There are 2 close friends, who have always relied on one another, and have always helped one another. One of them has a weak heart.
The doctor told them that the one with weak heart has no long left in the world, unless he/she is given a heart transplant.
Hence the other one is given an option : to keep the bottle of his life, or to release it (to keep his heart, or to donor his heart)
While he is hesitating, his friend's tear made him decide to release the flask.
This way his friend's life, once darkness, can now see a gleam of light.
although, with his life as the price, his friend shed tears for him in the end.

Sorry about the bad english, really sleepy right now... Can't think...
I think I had another one thought up...

and nice Monk and Poet story, the story had always taught me lessons XD

I hope that you shall rest soon, I am worried when people stay up so late. Your interpretation is really pretty. Now I am wishing that was the interpretation. I wish I didn't make my poem so focused on the event and rather focused on the emotion of it all. This way all interpretation is correct. I will have to do that for my next poem because I love what others have come up with. Don't worry about having bad English, when I am on medication my use of language drops several levels. My writing can come off vague or empty too when on medication.

I hope that you shall rest soon, I am worried when people stay up so late. Your interpretation is really pretty. Now I am wishing that was the interpretation. I wish I didn't make my poem so focused on the event and rather focused on the emotion of it all. This way all interpretation is correct. I will have to do that for my next poem because I love what others have come up with. Don't worry about having bad English, when I am on medication my use of language drops several levels. My writing can come off vague or empty too when on medication.

I'm sure you can catch your poem onto emotions very quickly Sofiel
Even if your English drops several levels, it will still probably surpass mine by alot

Haha, thank you for your compliments. I am not sure if I am as bad as I say, but I know that people have to ask me to repeat myself a lot when on my medication~ I usually avoid writing directly after taking them until a few hours past which would be right now.

I shall think of something later or post an old one. My emotions can get really dark due to things being the way they are in my world. So I have avoided putting things up here and only focusing on my writing or the Monk and Poet. They're silly stories and light hearted, I like putting them up as I learned them as a child~

The Forbidden Desire Prologue is quite a piece of work. The notion about humans' "False Masks", I've actually thought about that once myself...it actually makes sense. A very down to earth piece of text you have here, and you use some good language throughout. Nicely done.

Promise I'll read the rest, I'm very lazy when it comes to reading. Keep it up.

Thank you so much for your kind words! I always get a little fired up when people compliment my writing. This is one of my third or fourth times being open with my writing to the public eye. I am a tough critic on my writing and also fear others may not like my style. Your compliments helps me understand my target audience too.

False masks are a dangerous trap I think about it at times a lot. If I am talking to someone in real life I wonder how much of "Them" I am seeing and how much they have hidden. The closer I get to people I tend to try and tear down their masks to see the real person because that is the most special thing about them.

Hello Daniel! Long time no speak~ How is my every helpful forummate? I did indeed change my name~ I changed it so that I could have a more personal connection with the forum. Being named after a character from an anime felt impersonal to me. Sofiel is a nickname I use a lot in games, forums, and has been with me for a while so with this I feel more connected to others. A character creates a mask for that character which I felt blocked the real me.. Perhaps it is all in my head, but I am happier now ne~

I'm glad to hear that you are doing well~ What is giving you difficulty in your thread? I hope that you shall be able to update soon. I know much of creative blockage. I had a bit of that before I had to go to the hospital for a few weeks.

That is great that you use your real name. I would be much to frightened to use my real name. You are very brave for me. I'm glad you understand, I often feel that my reasons are a little silly. However, everyones feelings have value no matter how silly haha~